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“Get control of yourself, Lucy!” Roberta hissed at her sniffling maid. The young woman was on the verge of sobbing. “If you don’t stop crying, they’ll hear you and come to see what’s the matter. Cabin boys don’t cry.”
“My lady…we are among the worst sort of men!” Lucy wailed. “What happens when they find out about us?”
Roberta stifled a groan of impatience. They were in a dangerous predicament, and if they weren’t careful, Lucy’s sobs would surely expose them. She’d thought for a moment that the captain would see through their charade, but he’d been preoccupied. Luck was with them, but only for so long if they didn’t perfect their act as young men.
“They won’t, if you keep your wits about you. Lucy, listen to me—you must become Luke, a cabin boy. Do as they ask, and they shouldn’t ha
